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Sherlock Holmes: A Game Of Shadows Soundtrack -12- Die Forelle

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Uploaded by on Dec 12, 2011

Artists: Ian Bostridge & Julius Drake;
Franz Schubert;

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  • I was literally "hooked" during this scene

  • Moriaty was the greatest criminal mastermind in the world... and then he took a hook to the shoulder.

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  • But finally the thief grew weary

    of waiting. He stirred up

    the brook and made it muddy,

    and before I realized it,

    his fishing rod was twitching:

    the fish was squirming there,

    and with raging blood I

    gazed at the betrayed fish.

  • Better translation, not from google translate. In a bright little brook there shot in merry haste a capricious trout: past it shot like an arrow. I stood upon the shore and watched in sweet peace the cheery fish's bath in the clear little brook. A fisher with his rod stood at the water-side, and watched with cold blood as the fish swam about. So long as the clearness of the water remained intact, I thought, he would not be able to capture the trout with his fishing rod.
  • english translation (part 1): Across a clear brook gentle, There shot in eager haste The trout, so tempramental; Quite arrow-like it raced. I on the shore was gazing And watched the brook disclose The merry fish's bathing To me in sweet repose. An angler's reel unrolled From where he stood below. He watched with blood most cold The fish swim to and fro. So long no stone or sod Stirred up the water pure The trout from line and rod Would stay, I thought, secure.
  • (part2) At length the thief lost patience And made the brook obscure With crafty agitations, And ere I could be sure The rod had started curving; The squirming fish was hooked. With pounding blood observing, At the betrayed, I looked. You, at the fountain golden, Of youth, so free from doubt, Be to the trout beholden; At danger's sign, clear out! 'Tis oft for want of reason That maids will shun the straight. Beware the anglers' treason Else you may bleed too late!
  • @cutieepiexo Actually, it was Sherlock that took the hook the the shoulder.

  • 1 dislike... Holmes, is that you?

  • @LavenderTownRose Way to kill the top comment

  • I listened to this song with Listerine in my mouth O.0

  • @cutieepiexo Ugh, if you're going to use an over done meme, then at least get the information right. Moriarty wasn't the one who was hooked in the shoulder, it was Sherlock.

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